A lone hill, a substantial bump on the otherwise flat prairie, overlooked the town. A barrier fence of barbed wire circled the hill. It was hardly needed, for no resident of the town ever dared to consider for a moment setting so much as a boot toe on the hill’s flank. Terror of the hill […]

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That couple #51 on the left won this dance marathon was amazing because: a. the young lady managed to convincingly drag the corpse of her partner around for the final three days. b. the other three couples mysteriously died all at once. c. the young lady ate nothing at all and drank only what she […]

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The great brick castle on the hill wore a mantle of magic ivy. In winter the leaves were white. In summer and spring they were green. In autumn they blushed red as red. The people at their labors in the village and fields below paused from time to time to gaze with pride at the […]

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“When my granddaughter Anne was about five, she said to me one day: ‘Grandmamma, when I grow up, I think I shall be a witch. There are too many ladies, don’t you think?’” from Period Piece, a memoir of a Victorian childhood.

Horatio Leaf’s red globe minions thrilled to his rallying cry.
‘On this day at this hour the field is ours for the taking. On then, my lovelies, ATTACK!’
Glory was theirs. The bloody feast saturated the silent night. #dada#flashfictionpic.twitter.com/Xaz2ilR0KT